What do they call it when you come back from vacation and can't leave the house for fear of having an accident? The trots.. you know..uhh..diarreah..
Montzuma's Revenge?
Whatever it's called it's ruining me. It's making me want to take out shares in Pepto Bismol, to invest in a padded toilet seat. But I'm also putting a HUGE dent in the new book that I just started reading so I guess that's kind of a positive, though the huge dent in my ass from all the sitting around kind of takes the glory out of it all.
I'm going on day 2 of this affliction. One more day and maybe a trip to the doctors is in order to make sure I don't have malaria or anything ridiculous. My appetite is still there, and I haven't been vomitting, so I'm not too worried I guess.
I never said I was a classy gal, but hey, shit happens right?



